Peter grew up in the same small town as me and went to the same school, although he was about four years older. He used to wear a Yes 'Tales Of The Topographic Ocean' T-shirt before he turned punk... and he fucking hates to be reminded of the fact.

He also once met a girl at a gig the Test Tubes were playing in Brighton, and took her back to his flat for coffee afterwards. She called him up a few days later to arrange meeting up in a pub. He toddled off to meet her, but she never showed up.
When he got home he found that his flat had been burgled and the the thief had left him a note saying "Sorry I couldn't make it to the pub, but thanks a lot x"

I know that this isn't the most obvious Lou Reed or John Cale song to like, but I think the writing is just absolutely beautiful and perfect. And the guitar solo is one of those ones that I love, just sort of teetering-on-the-edge all the time, or something. Songs for Drella is probably the record I listen to most, of all their various things, actually.